Many Are the Paths

"Many Are the Paths" is born from a point of origin out of which life expands in multiple directions. The lines advance, intersect, overlap and multiply like possible trails, reminding us that existence does not answer to a single route or to a predetermined destiny.
The half-open door introduces the instant of decision: to go in, to go out, to remain, or to dare to cross the threshold. The hinge thus becomes a symbol of that inner moment in which something begins to stir. It is not only the door that can open; it is the person herself who makes ready to do so.
From that threshold, the work expands forcefully toward the right. The vigorous, interwoven strokes evoke paths that are born, fork, and meet again. Among them appear small buds and flowers, signs of an inner spring that begins when one leaves the known behind and accepts the possibility of choosing.
The composition invites us to understand life not as a single route, but as a succession of decisions and opportunities. Every path traveled leads to others; every choice transforms and opens new possibilities.
My Paths speaks, in the end, of the value of opening one's own door: recognizing the impulse that is born within, allowing oneself to flower, and understanding that, before us, there are infinite trails waiting to be traveled.
We do not always know whether a door is a way in or a way out; sometimes, to cross it is simply to begin to find ourselves.

 Many Are the Paths

The silence breathes and waits
behind the door. It is half-open.
The hinge
cannot imagine whether my intention
is to enter or to leave.
Sometimes I believe
that if I pushed it a little further
it would not be the door that opens,
but I.
My impulse is born
a stranger to the world I know
trails throb that reason cannot reach.
More than a cold air…
it is the warm echo that invites me to flower
spring awakens.
Do not believe that the birds fly
nor that the flowers give off their scent
until you are able to leap
with those who add up
the joy of living.